Dulcisime ridentum, I hear it in wind
The sound of sweetest laughter
The proof that I had sinned
Spectat et audit, as they sit together still
I see them and I hear their words
And I am broken by their will
Lingua fio gravis, I watch still mute
My tongue grows heavy and dumb
As he, the foolish, calls her cute
Te amo, no other reason could be
But love, why I should be like this
Every time that my eyes must see.
fem fatale
He sits there talking, not a care in the world
He doesn’t realize he’s in danger
Doesn’t realize that her words are lies
Going down his throat, this pretty stranger.
She smiles, that’s how I know she’ll strike
Her smiles, that pull him in thinking it’s all right
Smiles, that can hide the knives in her hands
As she leans in, and gives his neck a small bite
The poison fogs his mind, so he won’t feel
The blades ripping his back apart
From shoulder to hip, laid open yet numb
She leans back and watches her work of art.
She smiles, and he doesn’t know
That the warmth he feels is blood seeping out
He tries to lean toward her but suddenly feels weak
And can’t catch his breath to speak or shout.
Finally fear goes to his eyes as she leans in again
All smiles, and lays the tip in his back
No numbing this time, he feels it as she pulls
And after a moment his face goes slack
But hers still smiles, that same sweet face
A delicate creature of style and grace
One parting kiss, then gone without a trace
She’ll stand over his grave in a gown of red lace
I’ve seen this woman stalking her prey
I’ve seen this woman and followed her path
I’ve seen this woman, and her smiles so gay
I’ve known her, this true born child of wrath.
